Chapter 5
AUDEN
My bedroom is on the third floor. It takes up the entire third floor in a large, open-concept configuration.
The stairs lead up to what might have once looked like a gentleman’s lounge with walls of tall, built-in, dark-stained bookshelves filled with books and artifacts for decoration. The furniture is leather and rich.
To the right is another open space broken up with various pieces of furniture. At the far end of the room is what I consider the actual bedroom section of my suite. It’s where my bed is, of course. Along the entire wall, facing the open area and my bedroom, is glass that opens onto a large terrace.
The dressing room is beyond my bedroom with built-ins to match the style of the bookshelves, and then, finally, through the dressing room is the enormous bathroom.
Not going to lie, the third floor is where I typically spend all my time.
It’s relaxing, comfortable, and the one place I feel is solely mine.
It’s not a place I’ve ever brought hookups. There’s a much smaller, though no less impressive, primary suite on the second floor with the rest of the bedrooms. That’s the room I usually use when I bring someone home.
I’m not entirely sure why I’m bringing Mark to the third floor.
Somehow, I find my hand on his back, leading him beyond the usual primary suite I use to entertain, and lead him toward the stairs at the end of the hall.
The stairs are generally overlooked. Why seek them out when there’s this beautiful primary suite right here?
You don’t expect something even better beyond.
I don’t turn the lights on when we step upstairs.
There’s a small lamp on the table right as we crest the top of the stairs that illuminates the hardwood beneath our feet and stretches while it dims toward the rest of the room.
The moon is hidden tonight. It struggles to peek through the clouds, so my room is extra dark.
I’ve walked this path many times, though, so I don’t need light. Keeping my hand on Mark’s lower back, I guide him toward my bed. His body feels like there’s a live wire under his skin. He’s practically vibrating.
When we stop, I lean in and murmur, “Take your clothes off.”
His breath puffs out. Mark inclines his head and does as I tell him.
I keep an eye on his shadow as I move through the room.
Despite never bringing anyone up here, I do have supplies in my bathroom.
When I’m in the mood for toys, I tend to use condoms with them.
It makes cleanup much quicker, which I appreciate since I like to sleep after a good orgasm.
I give Mark a bit of privacy so he can calm down and not feel like he’s on display. While in the bathroom, I discard my clothing as well. To take a little more time, I wash my face, make sure my beard is soft, and brush my teeth. That should be enough time.
Mark’s shadow is practically glowing in the natural outside light.
The clouds may be preventing the moon from lighting the night, but the night has its own glow all the same.
Out in the trees where there’s no city light pollution and trees blocking even more light, it’s a struggle between the two forces of nature.
Mark could be a ghost. He’s standing still, barely more than a shadow, nothing but his silhouette, beautifully touched by the fingers of the night.
When I move around the bed, I get another angle.
One that emphasizes his ass. Not round and hard.
Somewhat… hmm… flat? The opposite side has his cock reaching out. Now that is hard.
The closer I get to him, the louder his breathing is. I press the flat of my hand to his stomach. He’s soft. No washboard abs on this doctor. I smile because I enjoy a little softness on my men. Mark’s breath catches, and his head turns as if he can see me in the dark. He’s taken his glasses off.
“Are you sure you want to do this? You’re awfully nervous,” I murmur.
Mark nods. “It’s not often that I do something I want to for myself, so yeah, I’m a little nervous.”
“You remember our safewords.”
“I do. Red means stop.”
“And yellow?”
He shakes his head. “I want all or nothing. Not something in between.”
His words make me pause. While I know he’s talking about sex tonight, there’s something vulnerable in them. Something bigger. Far more intimate. Something that doesn’t have a place here.
“Okay,” I answer and use my body to push him closer to the bed.
“I… I know we’re only doing the hold me down, but… can it have notes of forceful?”
Mark’s voice is almost a whisper. He wants to indulge his desires tonight. Doesn’t want to let this opportunity pass him by. He wants to live his fantasies.
I’m going to do just that. Keeping my body pressed firmly to his side, I place my mouth at his ear and feel him shiver.
“Let me make sure I understand what you want,” I tell him, voice low.
As I talk out my interpretation of what he’s asking for, I let my hand slowly move south until I can tease the head of his dick.
“You want me to force you down, pin you there, and fuck you while you’re helpless beneath me. Is that correct?”
His breathing stutters. “Yes,” he says on an exhale. “That’s what I want.”
“Let’s say that prep moves on a sliding scale where I spend an excessive amount of time stretching and lubing you, being a five and no time being zero. How much prep do you want in the scenario you’re seeing in your head?”
“Two,” he answers without hesitation.
“That’s enough?”
Mark swallows, his head turning to face me. I can’t see his face. What little light there is comes from behind him, so he’s nothing but a dark shadow. “It’s enough.”
“Is there anything else you want to tell me before your voice no longer matters?”
The quiet groan that he swallows has my cock twitching in excitement. He shakes his head. “No… uh… maybe after, I might want…”
“Aftercare comes without asking.”
Mark takes a breath, his shoulders relaxing. “Thanks.”
“Is that all?”
He nods.
That’s the agreement I infer means we’re ready to begin.
I toss the condom and lube onto the bed.
The quiet sound makes Mark turn his head in that direction, and I push him to the bed.
He stumbles. Before he can regain his balance, I have him face down, face pressed into the mattress, ass in the air.
With my hand at the back of his neck, disallowing him to move, I reach for the lube. Using my thumb to flick the cap open, I squirt some at the apex of his crack. Setting it aside, I use two fingers to slide it down and unceremoniously press both fingers with lube into his hole.
Mark flinches. His body jerks forward, and he gasps.
A two isn’t a lot of prep. My goal is simply to get lube inside him.
Stretching isn’t on the menu tonight. Because it took some of the more hardcore kinks off the table until we can have more in-depth conversations, I’m allowing him just enough of a taste of the bigger picture.
Something that will assure him that he actually does want what he thinks he does, or change his mind.
The first penetration with my fingers wasn’t rough.
Just unyielding. As I add more lube, I become a little rougher.
While he didn’t want a lot of prep, I’m not a little boy.
I’m not sure I’m introductory level for this kind of play.
Despite his unspoken request for pain, I don’t want to hurt him too much.
Not in the way he’s not asking for, especially.
“Don’t move,” I tell Mark once I’m relatively confident his hole has enough lube.
I release his neck and wrap a condom around my cock.
Only because I didn’t stretch him well, do I add more lube.
If we progress to CNC tied into stalking and primal play, I believe I’m going to put a rule in place that he has lube in his ass at all times.
“Fold your arms under you, across your chest,” I tell him. Mark obeys. “Don’t move them.” I grip the back of his neck with my hand again, force his legs wider with my knees, and with my cock in hand, I line my dick up. “What’s your safeword, Mark?”
“Red means stop,” he answers immediately, his voice somewhat muffled.
“What does stop mean?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing. It means nothing.”
“How about no?” I ask. “If you tell me no, what does that mean?” I rub the head of my cock against his hole.
“It means nothingggg,” he answers. The end of the word is cut off, and ends in a loud cry as I shove my cock inside him without warning. His entire body jerks.
“That what you want?” I ask.
Without waiting for him to answer, I fuck into his tight body. He struggles. I’m not sure it’s a conscious decision to struggle so much as his body isn’t prepared for the abuse I’m delivering it. His innate response is to make it stop. Which means I push harder.
Leaning over him, I grip his arms under him to make sure they remain completely still while I fuck him with my entire body.
Using all my weight, all my strength, to shove my cock deep inside him.
I don’t fuck him as hard as I can. He’s given me the impression that he doesn’t hook up often, which means he may be out of practice.
Truly hurting him isn’t my goal. That’s not the fantasy he wants fulfilled.
Mark doesn’t struggle beyond the jerks and innate responses to defend himself. He cries into the bed, sometimes turning his head to take a breath, and his sounds get louder.
“You’re taking my big dick like a champ when I don’t give you a choice,” I grunt between thrusts. “This what you had in mind, Mark?”
“Y-yes,” he gasps.
“This the hurt you want? This how you want to be held down?”
He tries to nod, but the motion is hampered by the way I have him pinned.
“You going to get off for me?”
I knock his legs further apart, and his cries pick up an octave.
Leaning my body a little further over him, adjusting my angle to make sure I’m hitting his prostate, I’m rewarded with an additional octave in his sounds.
He still struggles from the force I’m using to subdue him, the strength in each deep, harsh thrust, but I hear his orgasm building as if he’s raising a flag.
“You’re going to come for me, Mark. I’m not giving you a choice. Your body might think you don’t like this, but I’m about to prove it wrong.”
I know when he’s coming. His entire body spasms, cries becoming choked, ass clenching. I don’t release him when he’s finished. I continue to use his body until I am. While I could get off at any time, I enjoy the way he struggles beneath me. I take a little longer to orgasm because of this.
Eventually, I let him go and slowly pull my dick from his body. Mark doesn’t move. Peeling the condom off, I tie it up and toss it when I step into the bathroom. I wipe my cock and balls off. Pretty sure I used enough lube. It’s all over me.
With two cloths—one damp and one dry—I return to Mark. He’s in the same position I left him in. I gently clean him of the excess lube without a word. Balling the damp cloth up in the dry, I set it aside and join him on the bed.
I’m slow and mindful when I softly roll him and bring him into my chest. Grabbing for the blanket, I pull it over us so I can wrap him up. He’s breathing calmly, though still slightly out of breath. I’m pleased to find his body relaxed.
“That what you had in mind?” I ask softly, running my fingers through his hair.
“Yes,” he murmurs. “Exactly that.”
I hum. Perfect. We’re going to have fun together while Bennett heals.